My bad girl, her player

Chapter 6

Megan's pov

I doubled back towards the house to pick up my helmet and bike. I stopped when I saw Arran's car parked on the driveway, I ducked round the car, keeping low and grabbed the sheet off the top of my bike and taking the handbrake off my bike and letting my bike roll down the drive. Once down the drive, I threw my riding leathers on over my clothes and tucking my hair into my helmet threw my helmet on. I started my engine and drove off. I reached the track and a few minutes later Arran appeared behind me. I began circling the track, warming up before the race.

It was a thousand dollar prize to the winner and now I didnt have to pay grocery bills or rent on my flat I could spend it on more things I enjoyed. I mean clearly I made a lot of money

especially when I raced, but it still helped to have a little extra.

I circled the track, hoping beyond hope that my tire wouldnt burst this time.

Arran's pov

I sat down with Mason at the side of the track and caught sight of the red bike and its rider. She was sitting on her bike, but unlike the rest of the drivers, the bike didnt look as though it was her vehicle, it looked as though it was an extension of het body. Her movements looked effortless and I watched as the lights turned green.

Seeing her ride and seeing her race were two completely different things. She was sharp, her reflexes quicker than any other rider on the track. She was continually three steps ahead  of her competition and without a word of a lie you could already tell that she was going to win this race. I smiled, getting to my feet as she crossed the finishing line, breaking the track record as she did. I laughed as she came to a a skidding stop and I heard laughter coming from beneath the helmet as she was handed the wad of money. I approached her and she turned to look at me, becoming stiff as she did.

"Hey I was wondering if you were looking for a mechanic while you were in town?" I asked.

"I actually was, here's my number, give me a call when you can get me booked in." She said before speeding off.

Megan's pov

Speeding off I drove home, ripping off my riding leathers and helmet, hid my bike under the sheet and hid my money before hiding the black bike and jumping on the white one.

***

I reached the track just as Arran was getting ready to leave and pulled my bike to a stop.

"Wait you ride?" He asked in surprise.

I grinned and nodded. "Yep, hows your ink?" I asked.

"Stings like a bitch but looks good." He replied.

"Wait you got a tat?!" Mason asked.

"Yeah I took him for it, he wept like a baby for the whole time." I said, winking at Arran who pushed me lightly.

"Have you seen her tats?" He asked Mason.

"Just the one on her sleave, does she have more?" He asked and I raised my top to show off my cobra.

"That is so hot!" He said. "Anyway, we're organising your eighteenth next week and no your not sharing with Beth, she can celebrate with her own friends." Mason warned.

Next week? What perfect timing with the bike. "Forget next week." I said, "I think we should have a party tonight." I said.

"Shes right! I can get everyone there." Mason said.

"Leave alcohol to me." I added, we both looked at Arran praying he wouldnt tell us no.

"Lets throw a party."